Now Dante wasn't one to say he was unpopular, quite the opposite in fact. Ever since he was 19 he's never had trouble pulling people. Even as he got older the same applied. But he wasn't one to indulge in those... Activities as much as he used too.

But he was never unkind to people who flirted less they take it too far, and being the kind of guy he was he didn't mind flirting back. And the occasional petname here or there never hurt anyone.

That was until he ended up in an unfamiliar room, with quite the... Memorabilia of him all over the walls. A sickening amount of images and writing covered corners of the walls. There were even pieces of clothes he'd been missing in a pile in the corner.

Probably wasn't the worst situation he'd been in, just some cult or something. Ropes and cuffs were no match for a demon of his scale. Yet all that happened when he tugged was a metallic clink and the seer of hot metal on his wrists. Looking down, he noticed various runes carved into it, glowing faintly. This cult did it's research then.

He laid back in his chair, huffing and shaking his hair out of his face. He sat in silence thinking of how he'd escape... Wherever he was trapped, before he heard footsteps bounding down the stairs. And here he was face to face with... A normal person? They didn't look very cultish, just like a civilian. No odd tattoos or wardrobe at all really. So then, what the hell was going on?